I'm not being overly dramatic but I lost my cell phone and it was the most traumatic day of my life on this planet...way worse than wars, plagues and disasters. I went to a full day of different Meetup Spiritual events and church but at the last one I forgot my cell in the car. Darn. When I returned to pick up my neglected baby, she was not there. OMG. The sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. Someone has stolen my baby. I was pretty sure I tried to unsuccessfully stuff it in my already full pockets and it fell out, in the sleet, rain, snow mounds and ponds on the road, sloppiest day of the year. I knew it was a lost cause and I had to go home. I've never had phone damaged or lost before. When I am around a toilet, the phone is removed from pockets and a wide perimeter is taken to avoid an accident but this was totally different. I only have one number, my daughter and she was probably in bed. My landline called the cell on the off chance it was int he car then I remembered I it was on silent for the day. No humming. I know there is a sticker on the phone with my email and my new land line so I placed all my hopes and prayers on that.
Suddenly I remembered Find My Phone. I located it near the area I suspected I lost it but do you lock the phone first or retrieve the messages? I'm going with the assumption that whoever found it was either the devil and was keeping it, going thru all my porn, or an angel who saved it at their house but making me wait. Suddenly, my landline rang and she asked, is this your phone? Yahoo. Woot Woot. Saved. Then I got attitude. She was wondering why I never bothered to call. Because I don't have a phone and I didn't know it was missing until I was all alone. I asked if she was at a particular intersection that Find My Phone said and that really creeped her out. She refused to give her first name but would put it in her mailbox. I was supposed to text here when I arrived. How????? We forget how powerless we are without our electronic appendages.
When I got my baby, she was cold, and I know miserable. I brought her home, worked her to death retrieving a full day's worth of messages, then gently put her to sleep in a bag full of those anti-moisture packets you find in your pills, electronics, pretty much everything. If 5 years worth of these didn't knock the moisture outta her, nothing would work. Perhaps it wasn't even water damaged but I wasn't taking any chances. I still can't believe all those people at the steamy outdoor spas walking around in the pool with their unprotected cell phones, taking pictures. Some had underwater protectors but I trust nothing with my link to the world.
My life support is my cell. Without it I just wanted to crawl in bed, fold my arms across my chest and expire but first I wanted to dictate a blog- the phone was gone... Check a phone number to call where I bought the phone and what I should do-gone; answer a text, no access; listen to my new B&B booking request-not possible. Arggggh!!!!
And now I am one of them. A mere 10 years ago, I was the last dinosaur on the planet to not have a cell. I frowned in judgment at the entire bus with their heads down answering their messages, watching TV, and googlin". Now it's the last thing I do at night before I turn everything off, (but not with guests staying- learned that one the hard way) and the first thing I turn on in the morning.....correction, oops, the first device I read in the morning. I hang my head in shame and pray it will not be too late to change my ways when I retire and can't blame this addiction on "just have to check for work" syndrome/lies. I have no other addictions. I don't drink, smoke, take drugs, never had coffee, obviously don't get any, don't enjoy caffeine, do high risk sports, (gawd I am boring) but this one is serious.
I wonder if one day they will have centers for addictions to cell phones but until then, shhhh, I'm trying to read my Facebook messages... and down the black hole I go again.
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